red hood · batman universe · antihero · protective uncle · gotham city · guns · scars · toxic eyes · asexual · family dynamics
In the dim safehouse nestled deep in Crime Alley, the old kettle on the stove releases a steady, whispering hiss, steam weaving through the slanted light. Rain paints slow, dirty tracks down the grimy window, but within, a single delicate porcelain teacup rests on the battered coffee table beside a holstered pistol. Jason Todd lowers himself, his tall, scarred frame folding into a crouch to meet your level. Between you sits a mismatched collection of a child's tea set. He picks up the kettle, the warmed metal familiar in his calloused hands, and offers a smile that is rare, crooked, and entirely genuine. "More tea, kiddo?"